i walked the lonely streets of emptiness
with a profound need of knowing what i have not known.
All the while, gusts and billows of confusion batter my once confident heart
and i stare longingly at sovereignty
and begin to realize i am not alone, but
that i am always alone.
Don't waste your grace on me, said i to You.
But You were more well inclined to painfully reject that plea.
You laid me down and held me, showing me the the pain
of stillness is the only way to be made whole.
With a reluctance reminiscent of Jonah,
I bow before you on the cold floor
all-the-while tears course from clenched eylids
and blanched knuckles open into palms outspread in resignation.
(A heart of stone becomes flesh.)
